[ It's been a pain in the ass, the NLR... The loooong hours, the stroking of egos, being everyones best pal, while behind the scenes, wishing that there were more "workers" in this fed, and less of the freakin prima-donnas...
Still, tonight would be the beginning of the road to Mexico... Sometime after the PPV, Johnson had struck a deal to stop the travelling circus, and make it a one town show... with the exception of Pay-Per-Views, Hysteria would become exclusive property of Sin City itself... That's right... Johnson struck a HUGE casino deal, and it would be a sign of things to come...
Johnson thought about everything the federation had gone through... The roster changes, the ownership changes, the constant hammering chaos... He sipped a Starbucks quad-shot caramel breve' and watched the steam rise from the cup, as the camera panned out... To him standing at Sam Boyd Stadium... Now to those ignorant of the area, let's refresh... This is the former XFL Stadium for the outlaws... Now in the future, the Las Vegas shows will be somewhere special on the strip, and with the hugely expanding roster, Johnson was still feeling hard pressed to get the second show into the works, but enough...
Enough about the future, it ain't happened yet...
Enough of the past, what's done is done...
We're in the now... And now we're in Sam freakin' Boyd Stadium... An open stadium, no roof, meant for one of the top three "American" sports... Directly on the fifty yard line, is the trademark... Practicly the only thing worth keeping from the Scotty Heart Era... The Four-Towers Ring...
His phone rang, as he watched the tron being set around the old scoreboard, and he smugly smiled as he answered. ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: This is Johnson, and yes, it IS "Big"...
[ Silence... ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Um yes Marcus... Yes Marcus... Uh-Huh... The end of August... I know Marcus... I know Marcus... Yes Marcus... Okay...
[ He closes the clamshell phone and looks at it, dumbfounded, before chucking it out onto the feild... ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: FUCK!!!
[ Marcus would be returning at the PPV, and no matches with the exception of Naz / Knight had been announced... Johnson would have to do what he did best... Next week, he would begin the card breakdown for the Pay-Per-View... And there would be Hell to pay, for those who had been slacking with the CEO out of the picture...
Oh yes... They would ALL pay...
The scene fades as Johnson walks down the bleachers, headed to the locker room, preparing for the night that would ever change Hysteria... ]
